The Sentinels forge me a blade

Embry felt something more than just physical snap in his rival. The male immediately seemed to morph out of his pyscho brain into one of sheer survival. For the first time ever, Embry thought he much preferred the latter.

The unwonted shift struck a new light in Embry. Too late, he could not avoid the snapping jaws of his assailant. He cried out in surprise of the tables turned and pushed himself hard to his paws. Blood dribbled across his neck from the torn ear now pulsating with heat.

Somewhere among the few mourning Sentinels, a crow took flight. Embry, though pumped with adrenaline, noticed how dark it was despite the sun's usurping of the sky. He was touched that the world would set the scene so personally.